those who follow my blog

will remember a time, when I wrote about birds leading us to good places. Because birds can fly, if we follow them we'll end up in places where they like. So if they know a better place, we can see where a better place is by following them. But yesterday it occurred to me, driving along 95 and seeing a beautiful bird flying ahead, that maybe they just go around pooping on everything they find and then fly off like natural litterers. GBH we'd say, and canoe around the bend, to find the bird gone ahead of us.  It was all very Disney. But they didn't bring us anything.  No pearls to accent the dress, no apples to bake into a pie. No food from any ravens.  But the great blue heron had been there first and left his mark ahead of us. Peace.  Like a river.